​Funerals For Unrequited Love

Deleting messages and burning photos and letters is not wishing that those memories didn’t exist.



They are like funerals for unrequited love.


It is taking out splinters from my wounds so I can heal. 


They exist somewhere 

They always will.


But I’m hoping one day I will wake up when hearing your name won’t feel like a dagger to my chest.  

PC to the owner

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